Mystic marauders split the scene. On my left, closest to the sun, a
thoughtful groove layer, a funky drum player, a thoroughbred handyman,
"tone it down" sayer. The one with the audacious insight to smooth
shuffle making. A gentleman and a scholar..... and the man on my right.
Not some ruffian looking for a fight. But a decisive string strumming
brother loving player. A player among players. A "turn it up" sayer.
The one with the tasty talent of fingering his flat maiden till she
weeps with delicious delight. With two equal sides to a perfect unit,
one can hear symmetric quality unrivaled by any other squares.
Listening makes arm standing hairs, but they don't come in pairs. These
unique pocket protectors have challenged the space time continuum. With
one throwback beat, all the women weep. What's bred in the bone will
come out in the flesh.
Knux @ On the Rox
